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Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.
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First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.
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Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
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Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands.
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How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
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Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
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O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
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To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration.
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I would advise young artists to paint as they can, as long as they can, without being afraid of painting badly.
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If you have form'd a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. They said this mystery never shall cease: The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
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He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.
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Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
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Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
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He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
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If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
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The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
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Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious victory; Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! Prepare, prepare!
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Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.